Of Werebeasts

I wanted to know more about what was up with this deal, why was Howard so fearful about hell-hound werewolves? It didn't look like David taking the rogues bothered him, at least not nearly as much as making a hell hound out of one. All I knew of hell hounds was what Sam showed me in his comic: A dog summoned from hell to serve their master.

By last nights conversation, I have a feeling it's not a summoning, cause werewolves already exist here. " David?" I knew one thing, David was along with the other guys, very open to my questions, they where secretive before, but once I made my change they had became like open books to me... To open as I got images from some of them, they had no modesty and didn't hide what was on their minds from me.

" Yes Micheal?" David was in the wheel chair, Marko was pushing him back and forth this amused look on his inhuman face.

" What was up about the werewolf hell hounds?" I felt nervous all of a sudden, everyone had stopped what they are doing to stare at me, the feeling coming from them was nerve wracking.

" Relax boys, it's part of the deal with Howard. We shall eventually be the first pack to have a horror in 80 years, I say celebration should be in order." David said aloud, but no one seemed to calm down.

:: You sure that's a good idea David, they're unstable...:: Marko was standing behind David looking down at him.

:: Not if we fully bound it to the pack, it'll have all of our influence and none of us are insane right? We can control it.:: David was confident about this, but the fact the other weren't made me nervous as the rest.

:: They're killing machines what will, ohhh.:: Dwayne suddenly smirked.

" Not really answering me, what is so bad about them?" I didn't know anything about this, so I didn't know what they're meaning.

:: Vampire blood brings the wolf out full force, turning them into horrors, hopped up on blood. They're also the source of cursed werewolves, the stuff of nightmares. They can turn someone into one of them threw a bite due to vampire blood making them infectious when normally it is inherited, only the bitten person will become just as deranged a horror as the one that bit them. A few centuries ago it was popular for head vampires to capture rogue werewolves and make them hell hounds, just a little problem. Rogues are insane and if say the head vampire gets bored and doesn't take care of their hell hound, there'll be a loose ravenous psychopathic werewolf devouring a mass number of people in the nearest village.:: David wasn't worried over the possibility of letting such a thing loose.

:: Max was such a head vampire, he caught a rogue and bound it as a hell hound, this worked for a short time, Max as you know wasn't very sane himself and well found his need to get a wife and the American dream more important than making sure the thing was properly kept and fed. It wasn't a surprise that he lost control of it and ended up having one of his new brides get ripped to pieces in its ravenous hunger. After that, Max decided they were too dangerous and that latter lead to Maxs' idea that all werewolves are dangerous and so he started a campaign to wipe them out in Santa Carla.:: David snorts.

:: As I said, I'm not Max, I know what I'm doing and prepared for it, we are going to bond it to us all, that'll give five vampire masters to keep it stable. Max was insane, hell hounds are only as stable as their master and if not being fed they become very unstable no matter who bonds them and will no longer obey. A werewolf is doubly dangerous as a hell hound, it is an unstoppable killing machine when loose, but as long as it's kept properly there should be no danger of that happening.:: David pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, he was in a good mood with this deal.

:: Has anyone ever bounded one these things to a whole pack?:: Paul was looking at David for the answer, but David seemed to have all of the answers.

:: Far as I know, nope. All I know is what Max deemed to tell us, but from the sound of it, Hell hounds are only bounded to the head vampires of a given pack, but not the whole pack. Obviously one of these horrors are to much to handle for most, but just in case, with it bound to us all it should ensure there is no problems and no other pack will dare try to fight us.

:: Hey what happens if you get one high?:: Paul had a shit eating grin on his inhuman face. I'm not sure if he's scary right now or funny looking.

:: And how the fuck would I know that? I don't go around offering roofies to fucking werewolves.:: David rolls his eyes at Paul.

" Hey Mikey?" Paul was looking at me, I had a feeling I would not like what he's wanting to ask me.

" Yea?" I look at him a little unsure.

" Can you give your bro some of these?" Paul pulls out a bag of I don't know what, but I don't think it's weed.

" I am not going to dope my brother up so you can see if werewolves get high!" I was surprised he'd ask me that, though I shouldn't be. There was no way in hell I was going to try and get my brother high.

I glower when Paul goes silent, he was talking to someone mentally and I was left out. I also didn't like the grin covering Pauls' face a quick glance to see if I could tell who he is talking with, I notice Marko with his own shit eating grin being covered by his hand... Great the two are planning something.

" Keep your crazy ass's away from my brother." I didn't find the idea of Sam high funny at all.

:: Don't worry, we're not going to drug you're brother.:: Marko mentally told me, but I didn't trust him. :: Hey I'm not going to lie to a pack brother, we're not going to go after Sam.

If they wasn't going after Sam, who are they planning to mess with? Cause they're up to something, that was obvious.

**** Boardwalk ****

It's been a few days and we're at the boardwalk... So is Scott with Sam. I growl a little seeing him, but shake it off, I didn't like it, but Howard was right, they're not here to take my family from me, Scott's just helping Sam. I still don't like it and can't help feeling like I'm being replaced.

" We're your family now, don't let it get to you, sides your little brother isn't going to stop being your brother." David comments and takes a puff on his cigarette.

" Where did Paul and Marko go? They've been up to something." I look around trying to spot them, but I'd have to get off my bike and walk through the crowds more than likely to find them.

" Who knows, they're always up to something." David shrugs and offers me a cigarette. " They wont do anything stupid out here on the boardwalk and that's all that matters."

**** Don't Eat the Yellow Snow ****

Thirty minutes latter I'm walking around the boardwalk, thinking of trying the arcade. I needed to do something fun, cause for the past couple months life's been hell, I wanted something normal, something that didn't involve blood, hairy brothers, packs and anything else supernatural. I sigh walking up to what looked to be a newer game and shoved a quarter in the slot.

" Mike!" Sam shouts, causing my character on the screen to get K.O.d

" What!? " I shout back, annoyed.

" Scott's acting weird. I think someone poisoned him." Sam grabs my arm and start to pull me along.

" I think Scott's already weird." I didn't really have much to say about Scott.

It wasn't long till we got to the food court and there laying on a bench was Scott, poking at the air. OK Sam's right he was acting weird. As we got closer, one look told me what was wrong with him: Scott was high as hell, pupils dilated and he was mumbling.

" He was kissing the table earlier." Sam says confused. " He didn't take anything, we got a couple lemon snow cones and he started acting all funny like this."

" You two ate yellow snow?" I smirked, maybe not the best time to tease, but still it was funny.

" Not funny, what if he dies! Mom will kill us!" Sam clams up and turns red when a few heads turn towards us.

" He's not going to die, he's uh... Freebasing." I don't know how they managed it, but I had an idea who drugged him. Great how the hell am I going to explain this to mom... Howard's not going to like it either.

" Scott's freebasing, from a snow cone? Great acid snow cones, a new Santa Carla delicacy. How are we supposed to explain this to mom?" Sam voiced my own thoughts.

" What would you know about acid?" I hefted Scott onto my should, after getting his keys from his pocket. " Uh, we'll just say he stepped on a needle and it drugged him?"

" Yea mom will totally believe that, like she's going to totally believe the acid snow cone theory." Sam dead pans.

" What? I don't have any ideas, just say food poisoning." I hoped mom would believe that one, people can sometimes get all funny when sick.

" Maybe she'll believe that... We're in trouble if she don't. Or Scott is, cause he's the druggie." Sam followed in behind me as I went to look for Scotts' van. " Mom me and Scott were at the boardwalk when we found out Lemon is the syrup of evil and will randomly send anyone over 19 into an acid induced Comma. Hey Mike, if Scott dies, do you think Mr. Howard would let me have Scotts' stuff?"

" What? No." I shake my head, sometimes I wonder about Sam.